My name is Colin O'Neal. Ever since the Terran Colonists landed on this planet I can honestly say I know what "Forever and a day" feels like. Constantly fighting over a world. Never dying, never growing old thanks to the Vanu and their ability of storing and reassembling Human DNA. Remarkably, however, no one looses his or her memories between what's called "re-spawning". It's like having your mind on constant auto save. As nice as that may seem, remembering every painful excruciating detail before dying is not exactly something you want to hold on to. But not all memories are bad. This Story is comprised of many memories I have of my time on this planet. Some of the memories are good, some bad, and almost all of them, ugly.

My name is Colin O'Neal, and this is my story.

(P.S. I must warn you that this fic is kind of slow to start but it gets better… much better ^.^ enjoy!)

***Disclaimer*** I do not own any rights to the game "Planetside" but it's a great game nonetheless. All characters are original and I will be greatly irked if they are stolen.